Chapter 9 - THE REMAINS IN NEW HAMPSHIRETwo years did not pass in a paragraph for us.
They passed in real life.
Therapy.
Court dates.
Interviews.
School pickups.
Nightmares.
Birthday cakes.
Lily losing her first tooth.
Andrew changing jobs.
My mother starting grief counseling at sixty-two because suddenly she had two different fathers in memory:
The one who abandoned her.
And the one who apparently didn’t.
Vanessa faced the child-endangerment case.
She ultimately entered a plea to charges reflecting unlawful restraint/endangerment, with probation, treatment requirements, and strict no-contact conditions with Lily unless later approved.
Some people wanted more.
Some less.
I wanted safety.
The court process was not revenge theater.
Then, eighteen months after the pit, a cold-case analyst matched Edward’s DNA profile to unidentified remains recovered in New Hampshire in 2001.
The body had likely been there since 1999.
Male.
Seventies.
Trauma to the skull.
No identification at the time.
Wallet missing.
Clothing degraded.
DNA database technology eventually made the match possible.
My mother sat down when she heard.
“He didn’t run.”
No.
“He was dead.”
Yes.
For almost two years before the unidentified remains were even found.
Then buried under a case number.
We had held memorial services for an absent man who had actually been murdered.
Cause of death:
Blunt-force trauma.
Homicide.
Now the question became:
Who?
Charles dead.
Thomas dead.
Martin alive but denying physical involvement.
Richard had no involvement; he was twenty-one and elsewhere with documented records.
Vanessa was eight.
Caroline at home.
The likely suspects came from the older generation.
Then investigators searched Thomas Prescott’s archived estate.
They found a letter.
Never sent.
Addressed to Caroline.
I did not mean for your father to die.
My mother nearly collapsed.
The letter continued.
Thomas described the quarry.
Charles followed Edward there.
Thomas went because Charles called him.
They argued.
Edward said he would expose everything.
Charles tried to take a folder from him.
Physical struggle.
Edward fell backward.
Hit his head on a concrete loading block.
Stopped moving.
Thomas panicked.
Charles checked pulse.
Believed Edward was dead.
Instead of calling police—
they hid the body.
That was the fatal moral break.
Maybe the fall was accidental.
The concealment wasn’t.
Thomas helped move Edward.
Later Charles arranged disposal in New Hampshire.
Then staged the airport.
Thomas spent fifteen years carrying the secret.
He never confessed publicly.
He did, however, begin quietly correcting company practices.
Funding environmental remediation.
Helping Caroline financially.
None of that erased what he did.
Good deeds are not retroactive acquittal.
My mother read the letter.
Then said:
“He loved us.”
“Yes.”
“And helped hide my father’s body.”
“Yes.”
May you like
Both.
That was the truth.
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